Page 150 of Just for the Plot

Just keep an even voice and everything should be fine. Slapping on a smile, even though he can’t see me, I say, “Hello?”

“Hey, Bower,” he answers, his voice deep, as if he’s talking to me shirtless and in bed.

“Umm…hi,” I say awkwardly because, well, I nearly sucked the man’s dick off last night and just from the sound of his voice, I want to do it again.

And again.

And fuck…again.

“Oh no, you’re not going to make this awkward, are you?” he teases. That lightens my mood only slightly.

“You’re the one who called when we were texting. If anyone made it awkward, it was you.”

“Sorry that I’d prefer to hear your voice.”

“Apology accepted.”

He chuckles and I can practically feel the rumble of his chest from here. It takes everything in me to keep my legs closed.

“There she is. See, it doesn’t need to be awkward between us.”

“Bennett, I sucked you so hard I made you squeal. It will always be awkward.”

His laugh is a belly laugh now, which makes me smile. “I did not fucking squeal, despite wanting to badly.”

Feeling slightly more comfortable, I cross my legs and place a throw pillow on my lap, getting more comfortable.

“I could sense the squeal when I started playing with your balls.”

“That’s what happens when a man has never been touched there before.”

I gasp. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. You were my first.”

“I oddly take pride in that. I can’t believe no one has ever played with your balls before. God, it’s one of my favorite things to do. I love edging.”

“I could tell.” He clears his throat, making me laugh. “Fucking made me black out, beautiful.”

“Yeah, well, just repaying the favor,” I say, feeling shy, wondering why our conversation went in this direction. Maybe it’s for the best, because what we’ve been doing has been very unspoken, and now, well, getting it out in the open only makes it feel slightly better.

“Why didn’t you let me repay the favor last night?” he asks.

“Afraid I’d want more.”

“What the fuck is wrong with that?”

I press my lips together and lean my head on the back of the couch. “I think more would lead to kissing and we haven’t kissed yet because, well…that seems intimate, like crossing the line. Which seems ridiculous in the grand scheme of things. I mean your dick was in my throat last night, but, kissing, that’s…that’s growing a relationship.”

“And that scares you?”

“It does.”

“And you were afraid if I returned the favor, that’s where it would have led?”

“I know it would have, especially since my control around you is wafer thin.”

“Maybe that would be a good reason to let loose and kiss me.”